The owner of the voice came from the person in the first seat to Wan Feng’s left. He must naturally have the strength to back it up if he was allowed to sit there.

His speech had created a commotion. Even Feng Wuheng’s facial expression was unsightly. He was the one who brought Lin Yun here. So mocking Lin Yun was the same as embarrassing him.

Wan Feng roamed his eyes around but chose to keep his silence. He was somewhat unhappy when he thought of how Lin Yun rejected his offer to buy the Dragon Blooded Horse.

“He’s Liu Zifei, someone my cousin invited from Flowing Cloud City. His Clan is rumored to be a regional overlord. Just bear with it for now,” Feng Wuheng warned, afraid Lin Yun might start a fight.

“What’s the matter? Did I say something wrong? Does your sword box even have a name?” Liu Zifei asked, but soon lost interest when Lin Yun kept silent. He spoke out again with...